The French artistic, cultural, and we-take-you-all-for-a-bunch-of-jerkoffs circles are shaken by the beating given by Bertrand Cantat to his main squeeze, the actress Marie Trintingnant. The Paris Intelligentsia is a shithole populated by drug addicts, alcoholics, and other depraved individuals much too 'has been' to merit more than a half a paragraph in the National Enquirer. Here is an interview in Humanité which illustrates Cantat's fondness for the violence surrounding Attac and the Palestinien terrorist cause. As for the French leftist media slimeballs, they have provided us with a deafening silence since this whole affair started. Where are the Noël Mamères, always ready to give lessons with regards to what they consider to be 'unjust violence' (as long as the violence is committed by Americans or Israelis)? Where are the radical feminists who become fit to be tied as soon as an off color joke is told on a TV show? Where are the Ardissons and the other filth that compose the cultural oligarchy always ready to denonce those that do not act in accordance with their codes of conduct? Where are the human rights brigades who fight amongst themselves to have the right to be the first to throw a tantrum as soon as a Palestinian terror chief gets so much as a broken finger nail? Right now these 'beautiful people' are upset that Cantat is being held in a prison 'singled out in international studies' for its conditions of confinement.UPDATE: Just like Cantat, the web sites of NoirDésir have blown a fuse.

UPDATE: Cantat: 'an accident, not a crime'. These French leftists are all the same. No idea of personal responsibility. That's how he hurt his right hand. Her head hit his hand on the way down to the floor.